Aiwass hid the gun, put on the same clothes as the ones on the previous floor and pushed out the door. He saw the couple in 204 arguing again.

It's still the same strange posture - the woman has half her foot inside the house, holding the door handle from the outside, and twisting her body outward.

Because of previous experience, Ivester paid special attention to her body's center of gravity this time... and found that her center of gravity fell on the foot that left the room.

There are two possibilities for people standing at the door. Either they want to enter, or they want to leave.

And this woman obviously wanted to leave.

But the last time she saw Aiwass, she immediately entered the house. Not only that, there was no sound after she entered the house... except for her, even the "husband" in the house did the same.

No words were spoken.

how so?

——You can find out now.

"...If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be reduced to..."

While the woman was speaking, she raised her head and saw Aiwass approaching quietly.

"Agni" faced her, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and showed a smile according to his own habit.

Although he had never looked in the mirror, it seemed that Agni's face was not as friendly as Aiwass's own - the smile should be exactly the same, but the woman was frightened.

She immediately stopped talking, smoothly retracted her right foot that was about to take a half step forward, and planned to go back to the room.

There is real fear and apprehension in the woman's eyebrows.

But at this moment, Agni took half a step forward and blocked the door that was about to close with her foot.

The look of fear on the woman's face was even worse. She subconsciously wanted to close the door harder, but she didn't dare to hurt Agni.

"you know me?"

Agni asked with a smile.

Without waiting for her answer, Agni stretched out his calloused, generous palms: "Introduce yourself. My name is Agni, a teacher. I live next door to you."

"Oh, I'm Jane..."

The woman said timidly, stretched out her hand and gently held Agni's fingertips, and then immediately let go as if she was electrocuted: "I am... uh, a small businessman, so to speak."

"oh?"

Agni kept smiling and asked politely: "That's great. Is there any medicine for colds and fevers? My daughter is sick and needs some medicine."

The woman turned around and looked at the man in the room with a solicituring look.

It was a skinny man who was pacing in the room. After seeing Agni come in, the man didn't scold Agni as to why he just walked in like that. He didn't say hello or greet him, but seemed to be frozen.

He stood motionless.

Compared with the woman who looks relatively young and has an ordinary appearance, he is at least ten years older. He is at least in his forties.

The man's face was red and as ugly as a monkey - not because of shame or anger, but like a symptom of some kind of inflammation or allergy. If Agni hadn't smelled the smell of alcohol, he would have doubted whether he had drunk too much.

Already.

"Cold medicine... there should be some, I'll look for it..."

As he said that, he rummaged through a backpack in the corner of the room.

He looked left and right, and with some hesitation found a bottle of pink alchemical mixture.

"This...maybe."

A man as skinny as a monkey walked over and glanced at Agni with some fear.

He looked a little nervous, but he spoke very smoothly. The man introduced skillfully: "This is the 'dormant' mixture. After drinking it and taking a nap, you can repair physical wounds and wake up refreshed!"

"Bring that too."

At this moment, Jane took the initiative to speak.

She reminded: "It's 'that'."

"Oh, I forgot about it!"

The man patted his head and said, "You must want this!"

As he said that, the man took out another small box from his backpack.

——A small round metal box the size of Fengyoujing.

Looking at the familiar thing, Agni's eyes suddenly focused on it.

"You must know this, Zuimeng Tincture. Just lick it and you can have a peaceful and good dream. Many times when you have a fever and feel uncomfortable, it is because you can't sleep well and have nightmares over and over again. Just take a sip of this and it will be fine."

"...This thing is very expensive, isn't it?"

Aiwass picked up the Drunken Dream Tincture. There was a crescent moon pattern with a human face etched on it, and a line of small words "1811-01-022, Living Silver Workshop" was marked below.

"...The batch was from ten years ago. Is this expired?"

Seeing Zuimeng Tincture in the Dream World Ritual made him feel a little strange.

He still did not use the Drunken Dream Tincture in this ceremony. Because the Palace of Silver and Tin is quite safe, not to mention that Iben, the ritualist teacher of Aiwass, is still watching over him. The Drunken Dream Tincture will be reserved for the next advancement.

Bar.

The next time he advances, he will most likely still be in Yingjiao Village. In such a chaotic and unstable sleeping place, he will need Drunken Dream Tincture to prevent himself from being woken up.

"It doesn't matter, the date marked on this is fake. This thing has just been out for less than two months. If it were not marked like this, no one would buy it..."

As if he understood Agni's hesitation, the man explained: "This is an imitation - the effect is not as strong as the original, but it is definitely useful. Don't worry, it is definitely not harmful to the body. Look, it's still storming outside.

, I can’t run away either, can I?”

"Then thank you very much."

Agni showed a friendly smile again: "I wonder how much it will cost?"

"You should cure your daughter's illness first, and there is no need to bring up the money issue later."

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Thank you very much."

Agni nodded politely and thanked.

Under the smiles of the two people, he took a half step back and closed the door himself.

He strode away, his tall and heavy body making a thumping sound as he walked away.

But Agni stood in front of the stairs and waited expressionlessly for a while. Then he tiptoed back and stood at the door of the two people.

"...You sold that thing to Agni, what should you do if he finds out?"

A man's low and urgent questioning voice came from inside the house: "He has a gun, do you want to die?"

"You don't know a damn thing," the woman's vulgar voice came, "Do you really believe that that is his daughter? He must have recognized us, so he came over here to get some medicine to calm the little guy down...

…”

At this moment, two gunshots were heard downstairs.

Agni was standing at the door this time. He was finally sure... with the sound insulation of this hotel, everyone must have heard the gunshot.

He was still standing quietly at the door, listening to what was going on inside the house.

The woman subconsciously screamed in fear, but as soon as she screamed, her mouth was immediately covered.

"Stop arguing, do you want to die?!"

The man's voice became fierce: "Just pretend you didn't hear anything, got it?"

"...Is it Agni? That perverted murderer..."

The woman's voice trembled.

"——Don't guess, don't talk!"

The man was alert to the point of being a little nervous, completely different from his friendly demeanor before: "Maybe someone is listening outside now!"

The corners of Agni's mouth raised slightly, and this time he really left quietly.

He walked through the stairs and found the reporter playing "Jacob" in the lobby on the first floor.

Different from last time - this time in the hall, in addition to the corpses of reporters and receptionists, there was an old man wearing a vest-like iron armor.

The old man had skin as dark as carbon and blue pupils. He looked at the reporter warily, his right hand weakly resting on the handle of the elf dagger at his waist. He was obviously an old supervisor.

The two of them were confronting each other without saying a word. Maybe they had already said everything they needed to say and were waiting for something.

They noticed Agni's appearance almost at the same time, and the reporter immediately breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

The old man also softened his vigilant gaze. But he didn't seem to be too aggressive. He just stood there and watched without saying a word.

The reporter greeted Aiwass: "You are finally here - are you here too late this time?"

"I obviously came down just after resurrecting. I think it may be because the flow rate is different."

Agni said in a deep voice. It was a lie when he opened his mouth.
To be continued...